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[tj_dragonblade]

Bad: *cough*cough*hack*WHEEEEZE wheeze wheeze wheeze--* I can't breathe entirely well, and I'm consequently not feeling quite chipper.

Good: Thus, I am taking a sick day.

Bad: Thus, I am taking a sick day.

Good: Spike TV re-runs DS9 in the middle of the day??

Bad: Feh. "Meridian". Ah well. I do suppose it could have been much worse.

Good: My labcoat has just arrived in the mail. ^_^ *would dance, except that dancing requires breathing*

Ugly: The couch, unfortunately, is not at all accomodating to long-term holing-up upon it. Ugh, my back... *hobbles off*

Completely unrelated to any of that: Hee. Poor Beckett's-new-turtles, alas!

Comments

[entitys.livejournal.com]

*blinks* you're sick. dude that sucks. where's your playstation (or equivalent). you don't have to be able to breathe to kick a little ass. feel better soon. oh and that is probably my favorite namie amuro song. oh and loved your gw fic... next time add trowa into the mix (hint hint for when you feel better)

[tj-dragonblade.livejournal.com]

Ahaha. Unfortunately, I have nothing that even remotely resembles skill with either the Playstation or the Xbox. Please believe me when I tell you that on most games, my five-year-old son soundly kicks my ass and hands it back to me on a platter. ^_^; I spent the day with my head in the manga collection instead.

I think that's the only Namie Amuro song that I've heard. But I do like it. Quite a lot.

Very glad that you did enjoy the fic. Alas, Trowa remains quite put out with me over the long-standing lack of progress on Carpe Diem, not that I blame him. It's entirely unfair of me to have left it so long without doing more to it than trying to mop up a bit of the excess sap. I'm just grateful that he consented to the use of his hair gel for this fic. T_T Someday I will give him his due. Ten chapters already written is too much to let fall by the wayside on account of a simple fandom migration. Really.